Chapter 22

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After 3 weeks of waiting I finally go to get the ultrasound. Maybe we will find out what gender it is too. This is mostly to see if it's healthy though.

I got out of my bed, walked to the bathroom. I took out my makeup and did my everyday look, concealer, powder, mascara and lip balm. My hair was in a messy bun. I got so distracted looking at myself that I didn't feel Nathan wrapping his hands around my waist. I felt him kiss my cheek. I walked back to my room and got dressed. I wore black leggings and pink blouse. After we were ready, we put Noah in his car seat.

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We arrived, Nathan carried Noah inside. I checked in and waited for about 20 minutes. Doctor Brown was the doctor who was gonna do my ultrasound. The doctor came out from the back and said Analy Blond. We walked to the room. Nathan and Noah took a seat on the comfy chairs. The doctor put the the blue cold gel on my stomach. She looked at the screen and said "This doesn't look normal."

Immediately after she said that I gave Nathan a look saying is that a bad thing? He just shrugged his shoulders.

After the doctor looked at the screen some more she said, "You're going to have conjoined twins. So far they look perfectly healthy."

"Oh. That's cool, I can't wait Analy!" Nathan said.

"Conjoined twins are very rare only 1 out of 100 get conjoined twins" the doctor rambled on, do I look like I care? "So would you guys like to know the gender?" I nodded my head. The doctor started to look at the screen. "Your twins are girls!" she exclaimed.

"Yay!" I said.

After we finished at the ultrasound. We decided to celebrate with ice cream. In the car Nathan started to talk about getting a van and if we should homeschool them. I agreed with Nathan because if we didn't homeschool them, the twins might get bullied.

We finally arrived and walked up the ice cream parlor. I got cookie dough, Nathan got mint chocolate chip and we got Noah vanilla. About 5 minutes later we got our ice cream and drove back to our house.

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